Back in the mouth for you!
Tiny Way Of Life
chapter 12
by
copier
· original author:
matheson
Tulip squeezes you firmly, and walks behind a few racks of clothing. She stops and kneels down, keeping you both out of sight of your mother. "You trying to get me in trouble, bug?" she asks rhetorically. You decide to respond anyways, "You know I hate it in there!" "I know that's the point, dumb-dumb." She narrows her eyes at you, looking a bit frustrated. "I suppose I'll have to teach you a lesson now, won't I?" "Just put me in your pocket, I'll stay quiet", you nod your head convincingly as you talk. Tulip gives you a glance of pity, "I wish I could, little brother, but I just can't trust you to stay quiet anymore." She taps her finger against her lip as she looks away, devising your punishment. She then turns back, "no, I think I'm going to have to put you in time out. somewhere you can make all the noise you want~." She smiles at you while dragging her tongue across her lips.
Ugh, back in her mouth again? "No, come on! Not the mouth again, that's the third time today!" you protest. Tulip chuckles silently, trying not to make too much noise. "Don't worry, you won't be there for long," she smiles and lifts up her shirt to reveal her taught belly. "All that talk of ice-cream made me hungry, I need something to hold me over for a while." You want to fight her, but her iron-grip on you is impossible to fight. She lifts you up to her face and opens wide.
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Tulip watches her little brother as she opens her mouth. Seeing the fear in his little eyes drives her crazy, she can hardly help herself as eases him into her mouth. He keeps frantically trying to push himself out before she can close her lips on him. She loves the way he fights her the whole way in. She uses her tongue to drag his midsection farther inside while using her finger to push his limbs back in when they manage to get passed her lips. "Mmm", she moans quietly as she tongues his body up and down. She never could put her finger on exactly what he tasted like. Something like chicken, but with just a tinge of salt. She smiled as she felt him try to wrap his little arms around her tongue. She quickly broke his grip and slid her tongue around him some more. It wasn't a taste she had liked at first, but she kept eating him because she loved the way he wriggled around as he tried to escape. As time went on, she kind of 'acquired' a taste for him. Now, when she did it, it was like having candy.
She pushes her little brother into her cheek as she thinks of how fitting this is. When she tricked him onto her plate this morning, she was going to swallow him herself. It had been a couple weeks since she last time she had gotten to, so she was really looking forward to it. When she saw her mother shoveling down her food, though, she got another idea. While she was disappointed, not being able to feel his tantrum inside her, the joke was too good to pass up. Tulip continues to lick her brother, pushing him into the wall of her cheek repeatedly. Things didn't work out the way she'd hoped they would, though. Her mother had found her surprise before gulping him down, spoiling all the fun.
'Now', thought Tulip, 'here we are. Everything back to the way it should be.' She walks back to her mother while dragging Stevey out of her cheek and slipping him underneath her tongue. She pushes her tongue down on him, submerging him in spit, and smiles as she feels his little arms and legs beating against her tongue as she holds him down. Almost time.
~~~~~
You squint as Tulip's tongue holds you down underneath it. You are already worn out from fighting it for the few minutes that you have. All you want is a moment to recoup, but her tongue is relentless. She always has to make sure to extract every bit of taste out of you, until you feel like an oversized gummy bear. You still try, though. Pushing and kicking the giant muscle, which doesn't even budge. You stop struggling for a moment, not wanting to use up all your energy without being able to catch your breath. As if sensing your admission of defeat, Tulip's tongue lifts off of you. You push yourself up and out of the spit while wiping your face off, catching your first breath in a long time. As you do this, the tongue scoops you up from below and pins you to the roof again. It slides forward under you and drops down again, leaving you right at the edge of her throat.
You can feel her hot breath against your face as you look down at her epiglottis and the dark entrance of her throat. Seeing it writhe in front of you causes you to reel backwards. You try to grab on to something, anything, to keep you from going down. Her tongue is too thick around down here to wrap your arms around, and there is far too much spit for you to get a grip on it or her teeth. With a quick thrust, her tongue pushes you headfirst into the wet chasm. Your body slides down and stops for a moment as her throat muscles catch you. Flesh surrounds you on all sides, and you can feel a firm squeeze on your legs as her throat pushes you downward.
What next?
Ugh, back in her mouth again? "No, come on! Not the mouth again, that's the third time today!" you protest. Tulip chuckles silently, trying not to make too much noise. "Don't worry, you won't be there for long," she smiles and lifts up her shirt to reveal her taught belly. "All that talk of ice-cream made me hungry, I need something to hold me over for a while." You want to fight her, but her iron-grip on you is impossible to fight. She lifts you up to her face and opens wide.
~~~~~
Tulip watches her little brother as she opens her mouth. Seeing the fear in his little eyes drives her crazy, she can hardly help herself as eases him into her mouth. He keeps frantically trying to push himself out before she can close her lips on him. She loves the way he fights her the whole way in. She uses her tongue to drag his midsection farther inside while using her finger to push his limbs back in when they manage to get passed her lips. "Mmm", she moans quietly as she tongues his body up and down. She never could put her finger on exactly what he tasted like. Something like chicken, but with just a tinge of salt. She smiled as she felt him try to wrap his little arms around her tongue. She quickly broke his grip and slid her tongue around him some more. It wasn't a taste she had liked at first, but she kept eating him because she loved the way he wriggled around as he tried to escape. As time went on, she kind of 'acquired' a taste for him. Now, when she did it, it was like having candy.
She pushes her little brother into her cheek as she thinks of how fitting this is. When she tricked him onto her plate this morning, she was going to swallow him herself. It had been a couple weeks since she last time she had gotten to, so she was really looking forward to it. When she saw her mother shoveling down her food, though, she got another idea. While she was disappointed, not being able to feel his tantrum inside her, the joke was too good to pass up. Tulip continues to lick her brother, pushing him into the wall of her cheek repeatedly. Things didn't work out the way she'd hoped they would, though. Her mother had found her surprise before gulping him down, spoiling all the fun.
'Now', thought Tulip, 'here we are. Everything back to the way it should be.' She walks back to her mother while dragging Stevey out of her cheek and slipping him underneath her tongue. She pushes her tongue down on him, submerging him in spit, and smiles as she feels his little arms and legs beating against her tongue as she holds him down. Almost time.
~~~~~
You squint as Tulip's tongue holds you down underneath it. You are already worn out from fighting it for the few minutes that you have. All you want is a moment to recoup, but her tongue is relentless. She always has to make sure to extract every bit of taste out of you, until you feel like an oversized gummy bear. You still try, though. Pushing and kicking the giant muscle, which doesn't even budge. You stop struggling for a moment, not wanting to use up all your energy without being able to catch your breath. As if sensing your admission of defeat, Tulip's tongue lifts off of you. You push yourself up and out of the spit while wiping your face off, catching your first breath in a long time. As you do this, the tongue scoops you up from below and pins you to the roof again. It slides forward under you and drops down again, leaving you right at the edge of her throat.
You can feel her hot breath against your face as you look down at her epiglottis and the dark entrance of her throat. Seeing it writhe in front of you causes you to reel backwards. You try to grab on to something, anything, to keep you from going down. Her tongue is too thick around down here to wrap your arms around, and there is far too much spit for you to get a grip on it or her teeth. With a quick thrust, her tongue pushes you headfirst into the wet chasm. Your body slides down and stops for a moment as her throat muscles catch you. Flesh surrounds you on all sides, and you can feel a firm squeeze on your legs as her throat pushes you downward.
What next?
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